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Limited to 70 bodies, the pre-order price is 3,600 yuan.
Name: Slag Win
Gender: Male
Age: 35 Years Old
Race: Alien
Occupation: Mechanical Maintenance Engineer, Alien Recovery, Processing and Transformation.
He is one of only one-third of the survivors who survived the "Great Blackout" in the old world. He has a strong mechanical belief. He has suffered brain damage and has long-term memory stress disorder, so he does not I can't remember if I'm willing.
He never communicates too much with people, and there is always a weird smile of disdain on his face, because in his eyes these people are actually dead long ago.
But he would chat with machinery. According to his language skills, he could feel the breathing of machinery and the pumping of vitality. He believed that machinery was a blessing given to the world by gods, and people should serve as vassals of machinery.
Man is just a kind of energy, just like gasoline. It enters the machine and the machine lives. It's like your blood, but you can't say that blood is your soul (from the first chapter of "The Book of Light").
A fat man belched his buttocks while burping, greedily looking at the dazzling array of shelves in the repair shop. Goods. At this time, a delicate mechanical prosthesis attracted his attention, and he greedily wiped the snot from his nose with his hand, trying to reach the prosthesis.
A man’s lazy warning sounded from the rocking chair in the shadow: “It’s better to take care of your paws, that one doesn’t belong to you.” The fat man didn’t mean to stop, instead he laughed and said to the two attendants behind him. "Human, if you are sick, you have to be treated."
Before Fatty finished speaking, a cold light flashed, and his hand was no longer on his wrist. He fainted with a scream.
The man who was slouching in the rocking chair was already standing in front of Fatty at this time, and the dark red blood smashed into the soil drop by drop along the sharp blade in his hand.
The two attendants wanted to do something, but they were shocked by the strange smile on this person’s face.
He continued to smile and wipe the blood from the dagger with a rag: "Your choice is very correct." The
two looked at each other and turned around to withdraw.
A cold light flashed in his eyes and emphasized: "But don't forget to take this pile of
rubbish before you go." The two looked at each other nervously, and after a little hesitation, they immediately dragged the muddy fat man on the ground and ran without looking back. NS.
He smiled and kicked the meaty hand out the door.
